Something secret
sprouts overnight
from the damp dark.
Rejection spawns insight.
A new direction,
a white knight, Continue reading
Today’s Haiku (October 15, 2017)
My spirit is like the kudzu, turning over. Tossed by bad dreams, chased by orange clowns, but finding dawn at long last. Thanks, Fay, for this beautiful post.
葛の葉やはらりと地球裏返る 山田京子
kuzu no ha ya hararito chikyû uragaeru
kudzu leaf…
the earth turns over
lightly
Kyoko Yamada
from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, October 2016 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo
Practice 1194
A touch of summer to stave off fall for another day…
through it.
Let’s find a way to play, trucks in the river, floating a boat in the current, weaving leaves on the wind, joy on the air.
“eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”
-norman maclean
light purple
When another sees into my heart, celebrates my color, traces the shape of my most private words, then I achieve heaven. Thanks Paul, for holding close the hearts of flowers.
take me with you
My spirit needs a guide to take me higher today, and Holly has the magic spell. I feel lighter just reading her words.
I bend and stoop extending outward
reaching upward in search of space
but I am root-bound and so soft inside.
I need someone to guide me.
A wild bird whose granite feathers span a pagan forest.
Take me with you above the soaring sea hawk,
across the murmuring waves, your wings full of wind,
take me over and far beyond the lofty clouds.
Sheila Brown art “bird over the sea”
Scatter magic wherever you go…
A welcome reminder from the universe and Gigi… thanks!
Magic of Five
How Many Fives Can You Find In
tuning
a star
a maple leaf
a baby’s open hand
and wiggling toes Continue reading
Symmetry
Symmetry of petals green,
hens and chicks, a flock of
rosettes and buds,
from maid to mother to crone. Continue reading
Bee Patient
towering salvia stalk,
every tiny purple trumpet
is tenderly touched Continue reading
Pet Wild
I have the smallest pets.
I don’t keep them in a cage. Continue reading
Prairie Petals
Flowers from the prairie
evoke a time when
pronghorns fled buffalo,
and prairie dogs
nibbled sagebrush
amid burrowing owls
and mountain plover. Continue reading
